A heaven-shaking boom rang out as the Mind-Thought Long Whip beside Di Han suddenly shot forward, leaving a long black spatial rift in its wake. In an instant, it reached the two young Half-Sages from behind and lashed them twice.
The Mind-Thought Long Whip traced a perfect arc through the sky and struck their backs like an iron whip tearing through rotten flesh.
Splat!
Splat!
The two screamed as they were hurled forward. Their backs had suffered far more than torn skin and split flesh: deep, bloody wounds ran from their right shoulders to their left waists like two ravines. Their shoulder blades had been smashed, their spines severed, and red and white marrow was already spilling out.
Through the diagonal wounds, one could even see the ground. Their bodies had nearly been whipped clean in half.
Their Sacred Power surged through the wounds, but terrifying Great Sage Sacred Might ravaged them, making the wounds repeatedly heal and split open again.
The two youths let out piercing screams.
The other young Half-Sages trembled with fear. Such punishment was rarely seen; the Great Sages usually cherished the children and youths.
Only a handful of the young Half-Sages had not turned around at all. They still faced forward, standing straight.
"Did he tell you to turn around?"
Di Han gave another low shout. The Mind-Thought Long Whip split into dozens of smaller whips, appeared behind every young Half-Sage who had turned to look, and lashed out viciously.
A string of sharp cracks rang out. Every young Half-Sage struck by a whip lurched heavily forward, then clenched their teeth and straightened up.
Each wound split skin and flesh, stopping just short of damaging the spine.
"Di Ming, take those two useless fools back to the tribe and dump them on the ground. Treat